Mr. Misty Eyed

Is He Your Boyfriend?

"Who was that?" Josh asked, furious.

"Drew." I told him, setting my stuff back in my bunk. I looked around and Tyler had a sad little glimmer in his eyes. Chrissy was being a bitch again. Josh was furious at me, because he was supposed to protect me.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Josh asked, being over protective.

"No. Just friends." I told him, looking at Tyler. The sadness in his eyes dimmed a little, but it was still there.

"So what do you think you were doing? You said you were going outside! Not to the carnival with some boy."

"He likes your music." I said, trying to lighten the mood, but only making it worse.

"I don't care!" He said, past the point of furious. "He still could have done so many things to you!" He yelled at me.

"Like what?" I asked, leveling out the playing field. "Actually liked me?"

"Or y'know... Innocent things, like... Oh, I don't know..." He paused. "Raped you! Murdered you! Kidnapped you! Anything, Sam!"

"I know this, Josh! We were in public!" I yelled back at him. "I'm not a child anymore! I can take care of myself!"

"You're 19, Sam!" He yelled again, making me cringe. "I was told to protect you and I promise I will until I'm dead!"

"So go fucking die already!" I screamed. "Then I'll be free!" I walked to the back of the bus, tears falling and phone in hand. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I opened my case, letting the razor fall into my hand. I pulled up my sleeves and looked at my cuts. Most of my old scars faded away, but the newer cuts were anything but fading. If anything, they were getting red and swelling more. I sat in the quiet, making more cuts in my skin.

"Sam." Tyler said, knocking on the door. "Please open the door." I looked up and checked to see if it was locked. I made a few more cuts before he called me again. "Sammy. Please let me in."

"No, Tyler." I said, making another line of bubbling blood. I couldn't really see anything except a blur of crimson color through the tears.

"Samantha! I will unlock the door myself if you don't let me in!" He yelled. He began unlocking it and I dropped my razor on the beige couch, leaving a spot of blood.

"Shit!" I mumbled to myself ad I slid my sleeves down and put my razor under the couch on the edge so I could get it later. I looked up as soon ad Tyler barged in the room. He looked at me and closed the door behind him.

"Sam." He said, sitting beside me, but leaving space between us. "It's okay. Josh is just trying to protect you."

"I know that, Tyler." I told him, putting my feet up on the couch and putting my head on my knees. I laid my hands limp beside me. One on the couch's arm rest and the other on the couch beside me. "I just don't know anymore."

"Don't know what?" He asked me, taking my hand. I flinched when he touched me then pulled my hand away from him. "What's wrong with you, Samantha?"

"Why'd you call me Samantha?" I asked as he said it again. He's never called me that before today. He's always called me Sam or Sammy.

"Why does it matter?" He asked me, putting his hand on my arm. I looked at him and quickly looked away.

"I don't know." I said, throwing my hands up and running them down over my face. The blood from the cuts was still flowing, and I could feel it dripping down my arms and soaking into my sleeves.

"Nobody knows anything!" He said, suddenly filled with energy. "Everything we know is just what someone else has told us."

"Uggh!" I screamed into my knees. "Tyler."

"Yeah?"

"Can you please not touch me?" I asked. He moved his hand and I looked up at him. "When will be at the venue?" I asked him, laying my head on my knees.

"15 minutes." He told me.

"You wanna play a round?" I asked, deciding to get up from the comfy couch.

"Sure." He said, sitting beside me. "On one condition."

"What?" I asked, starting the game up.

"Let me lay in your lap." He said, smiling like he just made up his evil plan to take over the world. To be honest, it was a cute look on him.

"No." I said, looking at him like he was stupid.

"Oh? Okay." He stood up and started walking out the door.

"Wait!" I said, stopping him. He knew I would. "Come play with me."

"Can I lay in your lap?" He asked, looking down at me.

"No." I said, but he started leaving again. "Fine, Tyler." I said, making him turn around. "Fine. Just come play!" He lay down with his head in my lap, and we started a round. After one ten minute round of free for all bots on hardened, Tyler looked up and stuck his tongue out at me. You're so cute when you do that. I thought to myself.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh, shit! I said that out loud." I said, covering my mouth.

"Yes." He said, smiling at me. We stayed like that, just looking at each other until I leaned down and kissed him quickly.

"What's wrong with us?" I asked, smiling down at him.

"A lot of things, Sammy." He said, smiling up at me. "A lot of things."

"I like your face." I said, putting my hand on his cheek. "And your music, by the way." I said, remembering Drew. "Where is my phone?"

"On the couch, I think." He said. "I'll get it." He got up and grabbed my phone that was laying on top of the... Blood stain. Shit. He got it and hesitated when he saw the blood, but came back and didn't say a thing about it. "Here."

"Thanks." I said, taking from him. Drew had texted me a few times before giving up.

'Hey.' -D

'What's up? Why aren't you answering?' -D

'Oh, okay.' -D

'You don't wanna talk anymore. I get it.' -D

'Okay. Well, bye.' -D

I felt bad for the kid. I texted him right then.

'Hey, Drew. I'm sorry. I've been busy.' -S

I hit send and looked at Tyler, who was looking at me with a concerned look. "What?" I asked, standing in front of him.

"Sit down, Sam." He said, taking both of my hands in his. When I sat down, he kissed me and starting messing with my arms, but I was too lost in the kiss to worry about it. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and looked down.

"Fuck." I said, realizing what he did.